I've taken what I wanted, my whole life through
never limited to what was thrust before me
easier things got, the more my ego grew
just always had to have what I felt brought me glee

with little thought, of a thought, for another
I squandered all the innocence I found
and trampled underfoot any would-be lover
resistance merely quashed upon the ground

I must be at that point of my miserable life
where I'm searchin' for some help and understanding
when others offered care, I paid them only with strife
now there's no one left for me to be demanding

I beseech of my friends, what is wrong with you?
could it be something that I said or I have done?
no need to prick my ears up to hear the truth
for now I see that care for me is long past gone

(learn to: see, listen, speak, be silent, ......feel)